ABSTRACT
The Adelphi for June–August 1930 was a Lawrence memorial number, and with it Murry’s editorship ended. ‘I began with the hope of Lawrence, and L’s approaching death must have knocked it out of my hands.’ 1 He entrusted it thankfully to two men who, from this time forward, shift in and out of his life like the figures in a weather-gauge, Max Plowman and Sir Richard Rees. They were the only men to whom he would or could have entrusted it, being the only two who, between them, comprehended his philosophy entirely – whatever part the one disapproved, the other approving. It must have been an uneasy partnership.
